Chapter 368

The blood-streaked nurse kept plunging the knife into Benjamin's motionless body. Zachary finally snapped out of his daze, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Hey! Stop that right now!"

At his shout, the nurse froze. She lifted her crimson-stained face, her lips twisting into a grotesque half-smile.

"You told me to stop?" Her voice dripped with mock innocence. "Wasn't this exactly what you asked for? You specifically requested we avoid your group and target him. 'Scare him to death,' weren't those your exact words?"

Emily and the others gasped, their fear momentarily eclipsed by fury. Their glares burned into Zachary.

"You're despicable, Zachary!"

"How could you do this?!"

"Benjamin died because of you!"

Cornered and humiliated, Zachary clenched his jaw. "I said scare him, not murder him!"

The nurse tilted her head like a broken doll. "Oops. My mistake. Too late now!"

Blind with rage, Zachary lunged forward and grabbed Benjamin's lifeless form. He shook him violently. "Wake up! Benjamin! Open your eyes!"

No response. Zachary's hands came away soaked in red. His face drained of color.

"You monster!" He ripped the bloodied mask off the nurse's face—only to recoil in horror.

Beneath the mask was a featureless expanse of pale skin, save for a pair of smirking lips.

"Ghost! It's a ghost!" Zachary scrambled backward, his legs giving out.

The nurse advanced, her smile widening unnaturally. "Who are you calling a ghost?"

"Stay back! I never wronged you!"

She raised the knife, her voice icy. "You accused me of killing him. Why not join him, then? Fair's fair."

"Zachary!" His friends tried to rush to his aid but found themselves blocked by a wall of identical nurses. Whether human or spectral, they didn't know—but the circle tightened relentlessly.

Terror paralyzed them.

"Help! There are real ghosts here!"

"Someone call the police! They killed him!"

"Let us out! We quit!"

Only their panicked cries echoed in the sealed room.

As the blade descended, Zachary squeezed his eyes shut. "Mom! Help me—"

A burst of laughter cut through the tension.

The knife never landed. The nurse twirled it expertly before tucking it away. Zachary blinked, stunned, then whipped his head toward the sound.

Across the room, Benjamin sat up, grinning. "Save the dramatics, Zachary. Mommy's not coming."

"You—you're alive?!"

Emily gasped, tears streaming as she sprinted to Benjamin. "Thank God! I thought you were—"

Benjamin pushed her off with a cold shrug. He stood, arms crossed, smirking at Zachary. "You'd die before me."

The group gaped. How? The nurse had stabbed him repeatedly!

Their confusion deepened as the nurse peeled off another mask—revealing Evelyn beneath.

Evelyn pressed the knife's tip. The blade retracted, spraying fake blood. She tossed the prop aside, boredom etched on her face.

"A fake?!" Zachary's face burned with humiliation. "You played me!"